The crust,
An indicator
That a pie is about to end.
I admire
At the back
And at the bottom.
A slice of pie?
Sending
Infectiously, starts at the sting.
Very very itchy,
Very wettery.
The opposite of dry air.
A birthday pie with
Birthday candles,
News.
Need a mask, right?
A masks for trash.
A patch of grass, need
A masks! A masks!
Being sure everything's
Good and safe from a slice,
Which amounts to
Luck and
Amounts to humanity
Someone, Something
Has stolen,
Has gifted,
And admired.
Couldn't rest 'cause of
A Masks!
A Masks!
A Masks!...
Now.
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